Conrad nodded bleakly and bore down on her smarting thigh-tops once more. She kicked her legs wildly, arching her back so that she rose halfway off his lap. Her bottom was blazing with electric fire. She wept inconsolably, begging his forgiveness, even as she raised her melons for the next torturous stroke. The brush flashed down with the speed of a striking cobra, scalding her globes without respite.
Conrad's arm streaked over thigh and bottom, shading her skin with a brilliant scarlet hue. Her fanny jiggled and bounced in outrage. The varnished wood beat into her anguished plumps, raising red ridges each side of the cleft. Zenya wept helplessly, wondering how long her daddy was going to spank her. She seemed to have been over his knee for a terribly long time already.
Zenya wailed in pain. She dug her fingernails into the carpet, flailing her hair around her face. Her rump felt hot and swollen with accumulated suffering. If only she'd behaved herself that morning; if only she'd kept her mouth shut during the argument, maybe she wouldn't be lying naked over her daddy's knee being thrashed on the bare.
Conrad cycled up towards the climax, increasing his pace and tempo. Zenya's piercing shrieks increased in volume. She was fast approaching the limit of her endurance. The brush rose and fell, rose and fell, slicing the air with each pass. Her bottom quaked beneath the onslaught, its delicate carmine flush deepening to a rich purple. She gyrated her fanny in a desperate attempt to evade justice. Conrad followed her movements with unerring precision.
"Daddy!" she cried in a piercing soprano. "Please Daddy, it really hurts now, I can't stand it - Aaooww! No! No! Owww Daddy, please, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts-"
Conrad's arm swung like a rotor, lashing her pairs with renewed fury. Zenya began to scream incoherently, unable to contain the blinding welter of pain flaring through her bottom. She threw a hand over her cleft, an instinctive reaction to the agony strafing her backside. Conrad simply paddled around it, focusing his aim on her fragile upper thighs.
"Aaaoww! Ooow! Oooww!"
Zenya humped forward spasmodically, attempting to pitch herself onto the floor. Conrad clamped down on her waist, forestalling her escape with an unbreakable grip. It took all his strength, she was a surprisingly powerful little thing when aroused. The wood flashed repeatedly against her butt cheeks, searing her bottom and thighs with each ruthless stroke. Zenya was overcome by a cascade of fire, her tummy went into spasm as a radiant warmth spread through her body. She was ready to explode.
"Daddy! No! Don't please ... owww! No, no stop! Aaooww Daddy no, don't-"
And on it went.
Fifteen minutes later, the brush halted in mid-swing.
It was over. Conrad had reached his limit.
His arm felt like a block of lead; heavy, stiff and lifeless. Wiping his brow with the back of his free hand, he laid the brush down and surveyed his daughter's bloated, throbbing peaches. Leaning back in his chair, he sighed in weary satisfaction. Justice had been done, paternal obligations fulfilled. Zenya's naughty little bottom had been well and truly smacked.
He allowed her to lie weeping over his lap for several minutes while she caught her breath. Her heinie was glowing like a beacon. Sleek and round and shiny, it seemed to pulse with some garish inner light. Her thighs were painted with a dozen hectic shades of red, fading out to a subtle pink near the backs of her knees.
"OK, that's all," he said, patting her steaming, red buns. "You've already missed the bus." Zenya stood up carefully, glancing around as if she'd forgotten where she'd left her clothes.
"How ... how am I going to get to school?" she asked, dazedly wiping her eyes. Conrad looked over at the clock on the nightstand.
"Don't worry," he told her, "I'll drive you in. Come on, you have to get dressed."
Zenya nodded and stepped wearily over to the bed. Pausing by her neatly folded pile of clothes, she picked up her brief, stretchy, Lycra dress. The one so tiny it barely covered the edges of her underpants.
I think I'll wear jeans today, she thought as she gathered up the rest of her gear and headed out towards her bedroom.
Epilogue
Following the exertions of that ground-breaking Friday morning, a marked improvement in the girls' collective attitude became immediately apparent. Once Conrad had established his authority, arguments became exceedingly rare, disagreements were kept to a minimum, and Conrad was treated with the respect he deserved. From this perspective, The Greenheart Behavior Modification Plan could be described as an unqualified success.
This is not to say, however, that spanking disappeared entirely from the domestic routine. On the contrary: the girls were required to go over Conrad's knee on a regular basis, and the sight of a freshly-smacked bottom was nothing unusual around the Greenheart domicile. On the other hand, their conduct improved to such an extent that the 'all-for-one, one-for-all' ruling was soon abandoned, and the girls were disciplined individually.
Pretty teenaged girls being what they are, Conrad found it necessary to spank at least one recalcitrant daughter every week or so, mainly as a result of some minor act of disobedience or rebellion. Punishment was normally carried out in the culprit's bedroom, under circumstances which ensured ten long minutes of red-bottomed agony. First, the offender was sent upstairs to prepare for her spanking - arrangements which included stripping down to her panties and fetching her brush from the dressing table. She would then be required to drag the spanking chair into the middle of the room and wait on the bed in her little cotton panties.
Conrad would arrive five minutes later to deliver a withering lecture on the miscreant's recent behavior - a bare-faced scolding which invariably reduced the unfortunate girl to a sobbing, pleading child. Once the scolding was finished, she would be ordered to take down her panties and present her bottom for the customary examination (a practice all three girls found embarrassing in the extreme).
Taken firmly over her father's lap, she would then be subjected to a rather severe hand-spanking, leaving the cheeks primed for the main event. Having achieved the required effect, Conrad would apply the hairbrush to the offending buttocks for a minimum of ten minutes - sometimes longer depending on the misdemeanor. The sentence was usually carried out before an open window, so that the girl's ear-splitting shrieks could be heard halfway around the neighborhood.
Over the next few years, spanking became an integral part of their lives; Conrad's steely palm visited their bottoms too often to count. While they hated being treated like little girls, they never questioned their father's inherent right to stretch them over his lap whenever their conduct warranted a sore bottom.
The frequency of their discipline varied from girl to girl.
Despite being the naughtiest of the three, Charise was spanked on average only three or four times a year. This was due to her attending a private girl's school following her birthday. Consequently, she was only required to bear her bottom during the summer, when she was actually home long enough to get into trouble with her parents (needless to say, Conrad made certain that Charise made up for all the spankings she'd missed throughout the year).
Tessa, who had never quite recovered from the trauma of her first spanking, went to great lengths to avoid her step-father's displeasure. Nonetheless, nothing could disguise her covert streak of rebellion, and Tess had to take down her panties for a good, long spanking at least once a month. Her punishment usually lasted much longer than the other girls' - Conrad had very little tolerance for her sulking, pouting and passive resistance. It should have come as no surprise then, that Tessa moved out when she was seventeen. Securing an academic scholarship, she studied for an Arts/Law degree at Chamberlain University. She never came under Conrad's authority again.
Zenya chose to live at home during her college years, preferring her parents' household to an unpredictable campus dorm. She'd always been something of a homebody; an old-fashioned girl who'd grown rather attached to her parents - particularly the man she'd come to accept as her 'real' father. It was therefore something of a paradox that
Zenya was spanked far more often than either of her sisters (especially since she was the best-behaved of the three).
Zenya's spankings normally took place in the early evening. She would be informed of her impending punishment when she arrived home from college, giving her time to reflect on her misconduct over dinner. After she and her mother finished clearing the table, Zenya would be sent straight to her bedroom. There she had to wait in her bra and panties until her daddy was ready to deal with her.
Sitting on the bed in her underwear, she would listen for her father's approaching footsteps with her heart racing in her throat. The suspense was intolerable: she never knew how long she'd have to wait before Conrad arrived. When he finally did enter the room, Zenya would almost faint with apprehension. She was well aware of how hard her daddy spanked, and now that he was here, she could expect no mercy whatsoever.
Making himself comfortable in the spanking chair, Conrad would dispense with the customary scolding. Instead, he would listen while Zenya explained her transgression and tearfully admitted that she deserved a well-smacked bottom. Confession was an absolute necessity, in Conrad's opinion. It wasn't enough for Zenya to simply submit to her discipline; she had to accept responsibility for her actions.
Next, Conrad would instruct his wayward little girl to remove her bra and panties. Zenya's spankings were always carried out in the nude: a reminder that she was his daughter and that he could paddle her naughty bottom however he saw fit. This was always the most humiliating moment of her punishment: Zeni was eighteen years old, a student at Chamberlain Community College - and here she was, taking down her panties for a spanking over her daddy's knee.
Dangling over Conrad's thighs with her peachy bottom-cheeks on full exhibit, Zenya felt delirious with shame. In a few seconds her spanking would begin; Conrad would blister her lush, ripe bottie-cheeks with a leather paddle he'd made especially for this purpose (the paddle was a sleek, vicious instrument which Zenya feared more than anything else - its smooth, black surface always had her shrieking in agony).
She would beg his forgiveness in childish, stammering tones. "No, Daddy, please no, don't please don't, I'm sorry Daddy, please don't spank my bottom, please no." All to no avail, of course - once Conrad had determined she needed a spanking, nothing short of an act of God would avert his verdict. Warning her not to struggle, Conrad would raise his arm high over his right shoulder, and Zenya's spanking would finally start.
The paddle would flash down over the girl's tender sit spots for at least ten minutes, searing cheek and thigh simultaneously. Conrad, as you've probably noted by now, was something of an expert, and had a great belief in the virtues of an exceptionally long spanking. One session was clocked in at seventeen minutes - during which Zenya's bottom cheeks shone as red as a pair of maraschino cherries. This was by no means an extraordinary performance on Conrad's part. Zenya attended her lectures standing up for the next three days (much to the bewilderment of her classmates), and ate her meals seated on a cushion for two weeks after that.
Strangely, in all the years that Zenya lived under her parent's roof, she never rejected her father's punitive judgments. While she sometimes protested that she was too old for a spanking, and always begged for mercy when the moment was 'at hand' (so to speak), she never once questioned his incontestable masculine authority. The lessons of her adolescence had been well learnt. Humiliating though it was, Zeni accepted her daddy's undisputed right to bare her bottom whenever it needed a nice, long spanking. As Conrad once told her; if she insisted on acting like a naughty little girl, she would most certainly be treated like one.
She could count on that much, at the very least.
Also from LSF Publications...
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The Spanking of Teenage Daughters by Grace Brackenridge
This collection of short stories all focus on the spanking experiences of teenage girls. In many of these stories the teenage girls actually ask to be spanked, especially when a spanking is seen as preferable to being grounded, having extra chores to do, a reduced allowance or other corrective measures. In addition, they sometimes want to be spanked as a means of assuaging guilt or ensuring that they have firm guidelines and boundaries in place. Occasionally, they romanticise the idea of being spanked or find that it acts as an escape from the stresses of adolescence and helps them to feel like a child again. Many of the stories involve blended families where the stepfather is quite often the one to do the spanking.
These are entirely fictional works intended to be thought provoking and the author is strongly opposed to the spanking of children in real life.
The Captain, Miss Castleberry & Abby by Katie Bradford
Sixteen-year-old Abby is a high-spirited teenager who is often in trouble and frequently on the receiving end of a sound spanking from her single parent father, Frank, who is the local chief of police. However, when her history teacher, Miss Castleberry, gives Abby a bare bottom paddling for something she hadn't actually done, Frank pays her teacher a visit. He gives Miss Castleberry an ultimatum: either she accepts a bare bottom paddling from him like his daughter was subjected to or else he will report her to the school board. Although initially incensed by his suggestion, in the end she opts for the paddling. Subsequently, however, the two end up seeing each other romantically, a situation Abby is not at all happy with.
Further spankings follow for both Frank's new girlfriend and his daughter. Having been previously grounded, Abby is caught sneaking back into her bedroom from a party in the early hours of the morning, ripping her dress in the process. And Miss Castleberry is moody, ill-mannered and ill-tempered while out on a dinner date with Frank. Some time later, Abby tries to break up her father's relationship when she sends flowers in his name to Miss Castleberry, but ensures another woman's name is on the accompanying card... will her subterfuge be successful?
Teenage Spanking Stories: Volume 1 by Ryan Rowland
This book comprises four exciting teen spanking stories, including:
The Girl Next Door: Wendy arrives into Chris's world when she and her strict parents move state because of her dad's job. It doesn't take long before the two teenagers date each other under the watchful eyes of Wendy's parents. However, one incident changes everything. Wendy's shame at being paddled by her father results in her hiding from Chris. But Chris is eager to continue the relationship. He knows what he wants and sets out to get her.
The Babysitter: Arriving home unexpectedly early, Dan is appalled to find Heather, the babysitter, naked in his marital bed. It takes a lot of begging and agreeing to a severe punishment for Heather to avoid her father being informed. Dan does not hold back, and he disciplines the girl just as he would his own daughter.
Occasional Maintenance Required: Jennifer is about to be married, and her father Paul reminisces about how he disciplined her while growing up.
Cabin Number Seven: Widower Brad has a potentially disastrous encounter while on vacation with his daughter in a mountain resort.
Ali: Getting in Trouble by Katie Bradford
This first book in the Ali in Trouble series, features the following two stories:
Curfew, Panties and Lies: Eighteen-year-old Ali is in big trouble. Home an hour past her curfew, she is clearly drunk and is caught lying to her parents. To make matters worse they discover she has been wearing revealing thong panties, which had previously been forbidden. Once she is finished being sick and her parents have attempted to lecture her, she is sent to fetch the hairbrush. Her father, who considers himself head of the household and is a strict disciplinarian who has been known to paddle his own wife, soon has her over his lap and administers a particularly hard spanking, followed by a mouth-soaping after Ali's smart mouth gets her into more trouble. The following day her younger sister incriminates her further by telling a lie and, after a long day working hard, Ali receives a second spanking from her irate father on an already sore bo
ttom.
The Car: While her mother is away for a few days, Ali borrows her car to go to the mall with her friend, but on their return they find it has been scratched and dented. After her attempt to conceal the damage fails, Ali is grounded, and she must forfeit her cruise to the Caribbean and stay with her grandparents instead. Not only that, but she is to receive two spankings: the first from her mother with a hairbrush and then later a spanking from her father with his belt.
Spanked by Her Brother: Book 1 by Breanna Carter
After the death of her parents, the spirited teenage Brianna lives with her big brother Terrence, and though she loves him and knows he is always looking out for her, she often causes him grief. For example, when she is caught shoplifting a CD, Terrence is called to the store. He is not impressed when he learns what his sister has done, and gives her a spanking when she gets home. On another occasion, Brianna and her friend Stephanie decide to skip class to go see the new Star Wars movie. Their plan goes well ... until they are caught by Terrence. This time, it isn't just Brianna who gets a spanking, but Stephanie too! It seems Brianna has a natural talent for getting in trouble - she cheats on a school test, she drives Terrence's car without permission, and she gets busted when selling marijuana at school.
It is Terrence who tries to instil acceptable standards of behaviour. Firm, fair and loving, he sets the rules, and when Bri breaks them - which she frequently does - he disciplines her. Brianna is one sore-bottomed girl...
The Fathers' Club by Philip Kemp
This collection of spanking stories features the following tales:
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